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Originally Posted by grant
The only complication is there's this girl back in Albany and I can't get her out of my head. I'm smitten and she's somewhere between tolerant and interested but too timid to let it be known with a hint big enough for me to catch. And I'm too much of a pussy to press the issue.
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Dude, that's where I met my wife, in Albany. She worked in a stationary store on Central Ave. I'd go in everyday and buy stupid stuff like a dozen paperclips or three envelopes. Really stupid.
I finally screwed up my courage to ask her out for coffee and she says "I don't drink coffee."
I told her it was a figure of speech and she could have tea if she wanted. She agreed and we went on a few dates, then we didn't see each other again for a couple of years. (bad timing w/ other partners) Finally, we hook up and we've been mis-communicating for ten years.
Go for the Albany connection. The worst that can happen is she'll kick you in the family jewels and call you a faggot in front of her friends.